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Life is SO hard.

Since I’m the queen of whining about first world problems, here’s my complaint du jour (That’s French. Aren’t I fancy?)

And honestly, it was so effing annoying. I pay $40 for pretty toes (okay, okay, my mom pays $40 for my pretty toes) and a percussive chair has become the standard at any decent salon. When that’s taken out of the equation, it’s like – what’s the point?